Happy Together (YBF Love Story)

Chapter 14: Acting Strange

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️
Sex Scene, Blood, Vomit, Sexual Themes, Scenes of Cunnilingus.

Saturday, December 24, 2022

I pant as he kisses my neck. I keep my arms around his neck as I moan softly; feeling his heart beat fast against me. He thrusts even deeper and moans "Go faster." I whisper. He obeys and thrusts faster and begins to get sluggish "I'm getting close." He says "Alright. Just k-keep going." I stammer before kissing him. He moves his right hand down my body and grips my hip. I start to feel twitching as he moves away and moans. He presses his forehead to mine and holds my right hand before panting heavily. He moans a little louder as the twitches become more frequent before he gasps and bites in the left side of my neck. I move from his left hand and hold him in my arms as he grunts "Good boy. You did wonderful." I whisper. I feel the contractions slow down as he grunts and lays his head on my chest. He wraps his arms around me "I love you." He whispers "I love you." I whisper before kissing his head. He pulls himself out and moves to my left. "I can't believe it's 3." I say with a giggle "Told you I last long." "Oh, hush." I say, playfully hitting his right forearm. He snickers before kissing my cheek "I love you." He whispers "I love you." I reply as he holds me tighter after wrapping himself in his weighted blanket...I open my eyes and feel pain in my stomach. Bile rises in my throat and I make a beeline to my bathroom. I flush the toilet and head back to bed...I open my eyes to see that it's 9:45 in the morning. I try to sit up, but feel Peter's arms wrapped around my waist. I shove his arms away and sit up. He's still sleeping and snoring lightly. I stand up and lazily walk to the kitchen. I am utterly exhausted. The first day we had sex it was four times; four times! And we've been having it every day since! How does Peter have the horsepower? No wonder I never sleep anymore. Things have been so different yet have been the same. We have sex twice a day; morning and night. Peter has been taking care of my stitches, and he'll shower me despite me telling him that I can do it myself. I am also starting to suspect that there is something going on between Lucy and TK; though I am not really sure what. I sit at the kitchen counter and watch the snow flurries before looking over to the fridge; I am feeling pretty hungry. I hear a groan from my bedroom and giggle, I already know that Peter's awake. I stretch my back from the counter before I hear the door open. Peter tiredly walks out of my room with blue pajama pants on and groggily rubs his eyes. For the past few days we've moved back to my apartment as I was living with him for awhile. Peter stretches and scratches his lower back with his left hand "Good morning." I say as he replies with a "hmm" noise. He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me "You look tired." I say "No, just need to wake myself up. You smell good~" He says, kissing the back of my head "Thank you. I'm actually kinda hungry." I say as I walk over to the freezer and bend over "Why were you up this morning?" He asks "Oh, just needed to go to the bathroom. I didn't think you noticed." I reply "I noticed. I also notice that you didn't put anything else on, but just my shirt~" He says huskily. I stand up "So?" I inquire with an arched brow "So I am hungry, but for something else." He whispers as he holds me from behind, and I feel something hard press into my lower back "Petey, can we at least eat first?" I ask "You can. I'll be just fine eating you~" He whispers as I giggle "How do you have the horsepower?" I ask "Let's just say that when you wear my shirt...it does something to me." He breathes "Peter, we just had sex last night." I say "I know, and I can't wait to hear you screaming my name again." He says. I turn to face him "I think we need to rest for a bit. Okay?" I ask. He smirks and sets me up on the counter "I can get you to change your mind, Darling." He whispers. I grip the counter and suddenly feel a small cramp "Peter, Baby, I need to get down." I say. He grips my hips and kisses my chest. I take a deep breath. "Peter, I'm cramping really bad and I-ahh!" I gasp as he suddenly lifts my legs "I don't see anything." He says. J blush a dark red as I realize where he's looking "It's not just going to come out, you know. It takes time." I remark. I feel his lips on mine, and look down at him. "Seriously, on the kitchen counter?" I ask as he pulls away and looks at me "It's amazing. And there's nothing going on." He says with a shrug as I cross my arms "Can we please eat? I'm starving, and I promise we can have sexy time after." I whine. Peter's eyes widen as I suddenly feel tears pouring down my cheeks "Hey, okay, here, let's get you some food." He says as he sets me down gently. "I'm sorry. What are you wanting? Are you okay?" "I'm fine. I just really want some food." I sob "I just bought a box of waffles yesterday." "Okay. I want some waffles." I say as I wipe my eyes "Okay. I'm really sorry, Darling." He says with a worried look. "What for?" "If I was being too forceful." He replies as he grabs the box of waffles from the freezer. I push him away from the fridge and grab a jar of pickles and a bottle of mayonnaise. He arches his brow at me while I set the items down on the counter. "What are you making?" He asks "I am waiting for the waffles." I say as I now grab a small can of tuna and a banana "Uhm, okay. Here, two of them are almost done." He says as I open the tuna can and peel the banana "Alright. I'm just having a snack." I say as I dip the banana in the can. Peter looks at me with a confused smile "Tuna, and banana?" He asks "It's amazing, Petey. You gotta try it!" I exclaim "Yeah, no. I'm good. Here, have some of your waffles." He says as he grabs five of them and stacks them onto a plate "Okay. Baby, can you put the pickles and mayonnaise inbetween them please?" I ask with a smile. Peter makes a disgusted face "Why? What happened to sy-" "We do not bring up syrup in my apartment!!" I shout. Peter's eyes widen "Okay, fine...but this is better?" He asks timidly "Syrup is absolutely disgusting and needs to be disposed of. The smell of it makes me wanna barf! And I did at your apartment! Went all over your kitchen sink." I snap as he nods "Well...that explains the smell." He says before opening the pickle jar. "Are you sure about this, Yvonne? I really don't want you sick...this makes me sick just thinking of it." He says "Did I stutter?" I ask, opening the fridge and grabbing mustard to put on my banana. He sighs and watches me eat the banana with mustard "Darling, no. What are you doing?" He asks "I am eating a banana." I snap "You don't eat bananas like they're a hotdog. Okay, we need to talk." He says as I now grab the pickle and mayo waffles and eat with a fork in my left hand "I told you that we can have sexy time after." I say as he nods "I know, but that's not it...are you, feeling okay?" He asks "No, I'm burning up. Can't Don get some A/C and stop being so cheap?" I ask as I move past Peter to grab a fan from behind the fridge "What's that smell?" Peter asks "Sorry, that was me." I reply. I grab the black fan and look up to see Peter holding his shirt collar up to his face like a mask "As I was saying, you've been a bit odd the past couple of weeks. I just worry that something's going on." He says. I huff and walk over to him "Okay, nothing has been going on, Peter. I'm fine. What could I have done to make you think this way?" I ask. Peter's left eye twitches.